“Look how excited he is,” Iggy says, sounding amused. “He’s like a puppy.” I glance out the window again. Brad has a huge grin on his face as he stretches his hamstrings, his head bobbing back and forth like he’s singing a tune to himself. He does look like a puppy, if said puppy had the most gorgeous green eyes I’ve ever seen and the sleekly muscled body of a grown-ass man.
